Loved and Alone

Pairing: House and Cameron

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them… sadly…

Note: This is my first fan fiction! So please forgive me for bad writing skills.

"You just couldn't love me…"

House just sat there… just staring at the floor… at nothing… He swallowed his Vicodin and thought about those words that echoed into the vast emptiness of his lonely life. He thought about Dr. Allison Cameron…and how she made him feel. Somehow, deep in his mind, there was a picture… a picture of Allison and him being together…happy. He thought, just as the picture came to him again. The thought of it scared him. One reason why was because he tried to keep pushing it away, but it kept on coming back. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that he wasn't sure if he wanted it to go away.

What does she see in me? He thought. Someone that needs to be fixed? But he knew that that wasn't why. He knew the day of the date that he was wrong. He knew the moment he saw the reaction on her beautiful face. When he had tried to push her away by saying those harsh words, her only reaction was not hurt, but sympathy. For him. But why? He thought to himself again. What on earth could have been going on in her mind to react like that? But he knew. He knew that she didn't want to fix her. She loved him just as he was. She hardly seemed to care about his flaws. Her sympathy was a reaction of her knowing that he was hiding what he really felt. Fear…that she can do that…when even I can't…

"You were the one…"

He started to think about Stacy. And how much she affected him. And how much he loved her. He thought. Huh. She left me. But just a couple days ago, she came running for mercy. How ironic.

He turned from his position on the bench to face the piano. Gently, he laid his fingers on the soft, white keys. He faced the ceiling and closed his eyes. His mind started to drift…to a place where things were perfect…to a place where what had happened 5 years ago to make him miserable never did. Except now, it wasn't Stacy he saw himself with…it was Allison Cameron. Just then, did he unconsciously play softly on the piano.

Allison Cameron sat on her couch. She stared blankly at her TV…thinking. She wondered about what happened today. She wondered about Stacy. She wondered about her husband. But most of all…she wondered about Dr. Gregory House. He just stared at me. She thought. No reaction. No…nothing. She just kept staring.

But then she started to notice her shirt getting wet. Drip. Drip. She saw the water falling silently onto her shirt. I should've dried my hair. But then she realized where the drips were coming from. Her eyes. But instead of trying to stop it, she didn't. Instead, she cried herself to sleep, while her mind drifted to what she thought was perfect. Her and Gregory House. Happy. And right before she fell asleep, the last word she mumbled out was…Perfect.

Author's Note: Sorry it was short, I was afraid my writing skills aren't that good. If you want more than just review telling me to.